Chapter 5

"Oppa! I'm in a hurry!"

Was it because I came while fantasizing about Haena-nuna that I got the [Heroine Coin: Watching]? The odds seemed low. Over the past few days, I'd jerked off to family members plenty of times and never gotten one before. More than that, the coin's name was literally "Watching." And the traits were voyeurism and incest... which meant...

Reaching that tentative conclusion sent my heart plummeting even as excitement surged through me. So why hadn't nuna said anything? What about that time in the shower? Was she actually enjoying this too? But if so, why were her heroine stats still rock bottom? Sure, a bunch of systems had unlocked over the last few days, but I still had no clue about most of it.

'Any skills that could help?'

I locked the door again and reopened the Shop.

I scrolled through the skills for sale, reading their descriptions carefully.

These three seemed the most useful right now. Especially the Beginner Strategy Guide—that had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to be my top priority.

"How many coins for 1000 gold?"

I checked the Exchange. Rates varied by coin type. Household chores like cleaning fetched about 10 gold, but heroine coins started at 100 gold minimum. Even selling everything I had wouldn't hit 1000. Heroine coins paid best, so I needed to brainstorm ways to farm those.

—Ding-dong.

"Delivery!"

"Yeah, just leave it at the door!"

The anti-fog spray I'd ordered had arrived. There'd been a delay notice midway, and with the weekend in between, it was finally here. Time to get to work.

I grabbed the box, rushed to my room, and pulled out the spray. Excitement was already creeping up. I slipped it inside my clothes, left the room, clutched my stomach like it hurt, and bolted for the bathroom.

Thud-thud-thud!

"Aigoo! My stomach!"

The massive house meant a long sprint—past the laundry room and into the public bathroom. Luckily, the family didn't scrutinize my every move. I shut the door, then immediately started spraying.

—Hiss! Hiss!

Pretending to do my business, I blasted music, hummed along, and coated the shower booth generously with anti-fog spray. My daily chore-honed precision left no spots untouched. I wiped it all down spotless with tissue.

Kya! I could be a full-time housewife at this rate. Wait, wasn't I already one? Now nuna's pristine naked body would be crystal clear. Couldn't wait. But first, test it properly.

I turned on the shower, figuring I'd rinse off again anyway.

—Splashhh.

Hot water pelted the booth floor, steam rising thick and fast. But the ad slogan "One spray, zero fog worries!" wasn't hype—the spray worked perfectly. Even max hot, no fog on the glass. From outside, the interior was perfectly visible. The steam itself still blurred things a bit, sure. But this was like upgrading from 144p to 720p.

"Hmm... nice."

As I admired the booth, a knock sounded.

—Knock-knock.

"Oppa! I'm in a hurry!"

Lea's knock. Prime chance for urine observation and coins, just like last time. I dashed into the booth and yelled back.

"Do it like before! Door's unlocked!"

—Bang.

"Hehe, thanks!"

Lea entered one hand over her eyes like last time, yanked down her track pants, and started peeing. Wow... no need to crane my neck outside anymore. Through the glass, her plump thigh meat was crystal clear.

As I savored the view, Lea suddenly called out.

"Oppa."

"Uh... yeah?"

"But why don't you lock the door when you shower?"

She paused mid-pee and hit me with that out-of-nowhere question. Nailed it. The handle looked locked but wasn't. Needed an excuse ready—everyone might catch on eventually. For now...

"Uh... 'cause I'm a guy?"

I bullshitted. When logic failed, fall ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back on social norms.

Lea kept probing at my answer.

"Guys aren't embarrassed showering?"

Showering isn't embarrassing? What? I didn't get it, so I asked.

"Lea, are you embarrassed to 'shower'?"

"Yeah! Mom said since I was little that 'showering' is embarrassing, so lock the door. Don't you remember?"

Was this what a 20-year-old said? Pure innocence. Mom said showering's embarrassing, so it was? Yet she peed in front of me without a care? Was that why her low stats let her do this so casually? Pure ignorance. Whatever—silly little sis was a golden opportunity.

"Yeah, I remember. But I'm a guy, so it doesn't embarrass me much."

I doubled down like before. Real men don't get shy.

"Ohhh... weird."

Her childlike reaction was perfect. Chance time—test the waters.

"Really? Curious what a guy showering looks like?"

"Yeah! Wait... uh... kinda curious..."

Lea blurted it out. Didn't expect that. Blood rushed south fast, my center swelling.

"Yeah? ...You can look then."

I kept my voice steady, hiding the thrill.

—Splashhh.

I turned the shower ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back on. No erection. Switched to cold, cooling urgently.

"Whoa..."

Lea dropped her hand, eyes wide. Long done peeing, but still perched on the toilet, fully turned my way, oohing and aahing in awe.

I glanced back—her turned position flashed her neat slit. Hands dangling defenseless at her sides this time, totally fixated on me. Despite the cold pounding my body, my center hardened like steel. Heart pounding wild.

"Hoo..."

I gripped my raging cock, desperate to stroke, but deep-breathed through it.

Lea leaned fully toward me now, eyes glued. I fired back, scanning her: slim calves to toilet-flattened, plump thighs spilling sideways, glimpses of her slit. Insanely arousing lower half.

We just stared at each other's privates for a while.

Gulp.

This vibe... could push further?

"Lea."

"Y-yeah?"

Her flushed face—I mustered courage.

"...Wanna touch it?"

Heart hammering. Finally advancing? But Lea's face hardened.

"Oppa, what the hell?"

—Swoosh.

She killed the mood ice-cold and stormed out. Wait, our vibe was great! Wasn't it? Anyone would've thought it was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠go-time. Lea wasn't the type to blab, so less worry there. Still, felt like rice ruined with sand—total letdown.

As I deflated, a notification popped.

—Ding!

Fuck! Every stat shortfall shaved off 7 points. First taste of strategy failure bitterness.

"Haa..."

I finished showering roughly, dressed, and emerged. Frustrating, but no need to dwell on -7. A few household cleaning coins would fix it. Just meant I needed thorough planning now. The coin system had made me cocky. Specific actions demanded certain stat thresholds... First, buy the strategy guide and set targets methodically. For that... coin farming time.

——A few weeks later.

To avoid another Lea fiasco tanking relations, I stuck to safe routines for coin farming. Finally scored it.

"Yes!"

Now the real game begins.